A:N/: Standard disclaimers apply, please read and review. Thx to my wonderful beta, for helping me out with this story.

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Harry Potter was led to a small sitting room that vaguely felt familiar to him. He felt like he should know this place somehow, like he has been here before, but brushed the feeling off.

"I've been wanted to talk with you Harry, but I…I didn't know what to say," Sirius said.

Harry waved him off. He didn't come here to listen to semantics; he just came here to get his father back and for some help.

"What is it that you need Harry?" Remus asked, getting straight to the point. "And why haven't you asked your parent, they would surly do anything to help you if you."

Harry scoffed. "I want nothing to do with those people and if all you're going to do is sit around and sing their praises, than I'll just leave."

As Harry rose from his chair, Sirius leaped out of his seat. "No! Please stay Harry, if you don't want us to tell your parents that you are here, than we won't right Remus?"

Remus looked doubtful, but shook his head. "Harry, how did you know that Simon is here?"

"I have my ways," Harry said secretively.

Sirius shook his head and sat back down. "I'm sorry Harry, but Albus said that it was important that Simon stay here."

"I'm not here to argue the old man's twisted logic. I came here for my father and I'm not leaving without him." Harry said firmly crossing his arms over his chest.

"What did you need our help for?" Remus asked trying to change the subject.

Harry sighed and let Remus change the subject, but he knew that this discussion was far from over.

I suppose you heard that my brothers and I have decided to duel Voldemort." Harry said as if he were talking about arranging a tea date.

Sirius and Remus who had heard nodded grimly.

"While we know we can take on old Voldywarts, his deathmunchers are another story. We need all the support we can get, will you help us?"

Remus and Sirius looked at each other, a long time in thought before Sirius finally answered.

"You don't have to do this alone Harry you have a family that would help you; your mum, dad and brother, Albus, me, Remus and all of the teachers. There are other ways to fight Harry, but you're signing your own death certificate if you duel him without being trained. Albus said that he would train you if you just-"

But Harry shot out of his seat and abruptly cut Sirius off.

"I can see this conversation is getting me nowhere, so if you'll point me in the direction of wherever my father is, then I'll be on my way."

"Harry stop," Sirius pleaded. "We want to help you it's just-" he stopped and put his head in his hands. "It's just hard," he finally said in a broken whisper. "You are my Godson Harry, and when I found out that James had given you away, just for not being the savior I was just so mad…but then what James and Lily said made sense, about neither of you getting a normal life because of who Adam is….or was. We want to help you Harry but I don't know if we can with Dumbledore always around."

Harry sat down again and seemed deep in thought for a moment before finally answering. "Do you truly want to help?" he asked not feeling the least bit guilty using a bit of legilimency on Sirius and Remus. Noting tat their intentions were clear, he smiled a bit when they both wanted to help, regardless of danger.

"Just tell us what we have to do," Remus asked eagerly. Though he wasn't a part of Harry family, didn't mean that he did not care for the boy. And he wanted to prove that anyway that he could.

"Just be ready to fight. I cannot give you specifics, because the chance that Dumbledore will try and read you mind to find it is too great." Harry said.

"But why won't you let the headmaster help, Harry? I mean all animosity aside, that man is one of the most powerful wizards alive."

"I know, and he would do anything to win this war and take full credit for it no matter who he takes down." He said letting the statement sink in before continuing. "I understand that he is powerful, but if he can't fight Tom without seeing past his own nose, then he is just no use to us at all."

Sirius and Remus could only nod.

"Now, where is my father," Harry demanded.

But before Sirius and Remus could answer, someone else did for them.

"Perhaps Mr. Potter, you could be so kind as to tell me why you are here and how you have come to find this place."

Harry turned towards the voice and knew he was in deep trouble. But as he looked into the eyes of the deputy headmistress, he saw a flicker off doubt. Or maybe he could just get out of this situation after all.

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Drake Conway was one very sore sixteen year old. He had celebrated his birthday at the beginning of summer.) Groaning, he sat down on the couch in his home and threw his arm over his eyes. Sighing and trying to wish away the soreness in his muscles he was very glad that the day was finally over and he could have a little peace.

That is until Jakes came skipping through the room and threw a pillow in his brother's direction. "What's up with you bro?" he asked in a voice that was just a little to happy for Drake.

"Piss off Jake; can't you see I'm in pain?" Drake moaned.

Jake ignored his brother and sat down next to him, a hint of concern in his voice. "What's wrong Drake?"

Drake, who took pity on his ignorant brother, sighed, no longer feeling angry. "Let's just say my little chat to day with some of the creatures didn't go so well."

Jake nodded and groaned in sympathy. "Gave you a hard time of it huh?"

Drake groaned again and nodded, "but it went okay. I mean most of them agreed to help and well as for the rest, at least they listened. But I still think that you had the easy job," he muttered, but Jake knew he didn't mean it. After all, it isn't an easy job going to the house of people who lost a family member to the war and asking them to help with the final battle.

Nick came through the door a few minutes later with a large bah in his hand. Drake looked at the bag and instantly knew what it was. "What's wrong?" he asked in alarm. They had agreed to keep the artifacts at Gringotts until it was time for the battle. If Nick brought them home, it could only mean that someone knew that they had them and was trying to steal them.

Nick sighed and flopped down into the chair nearest to the fireplace, setting the bag down gently by his feet.

I had a long talk with the bank manager and you won't believe what Dumbledore is trying to do now." Nick said feeling twice his age.

He knew that if he had grown up with his Gran he would be living a much simpler life, which revolved only around completing his school work, girls and trying to stay out of trouble like any other fifteen, all most sixteen year old would be doing. But as he looked at his brothers, and thought of his father and mother he knew he wouldn't give this up for anything in the world. He quickly gave his brother's the run down of what had transpired at the bank and was not surprised to hear their angry remarks.

"It's a good thing you did bring them home Nick," Jake answered after he and Drake calmed down a bit. "I mean, not that we don't trust the Goblins, but better safe then sorry. I wouldn't put it pass Dumbledore if he did find away to take what isn't his."

"We should have kept them here in the first place," Drake said taking out his weapon, a sword, from the bag. "We should get some training in before the duel."

"I agree," Jake said jumping from the couch to retrieve his own weapon, a set of magical daggers, the ends dipped in a lethal poison, that would return back to it's thrower after it had hit it's mark.

Nick took his bow and arrow out of the bag as well, setting the arrows with a phoenix tail that would instantly kill the person it was aimed at. Harry's weapon, the sword of Gryffindor, still sat in the bottom of the bag. The other boys knew not to touch the sword, as it would only respond to the rightful heir; being Harry.

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In a dark and foreboding manor somewhere in London, Voldemort sat and watched some of his best Deatheater's duel. He had heard rumors that the Conway brothers were seeking out magical creatures to help them, and that they had most swayed onto their side. Voldemort knew that if the Conway brothers had gotten the help of the magical creatures, then his forces wouldn't stand a chance. He summoned some of his best to convince and even threaten as many magical creatures as they could to join forces with Voldemort, but he felt a wave of concern flood him when the messengers had not reported back, and summoning them had not worked either. He knew that they were lost, captured or killed, and the chance of sending more men to meet the same fate was just not worth it.

He knew that the duel was to be held soon, and though he had no qualms about winning, he knew with his depleting forces, he would have to approach the situation carefully.

It bothered him that he did not know where Dumbledore stood on this whole situation. He knew that the Conway brother's did not trust the old coot, and they did not plan on including him in the duel, but if he knew Dumbledore, then he knew that the old man would find a way to fight and find a way to clam all o the glory. He may be a deranged mad man, but even Voldemort wasn't fooled by Dumbledore's motives.

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Dumbledore paced the confines of his office deep in though. Though his carpet was wearing thin with his incessant pacing, he knew no other ways to vent his anger. How in the hell had things gotten so unraveled?

Almost sixteen years ago when the Potters rushed to Hogwarts on the night that Voldemort banished, he knew right away that Adam Potter was going to need his guidance if he was to defeat Voldemort. He had spent those years molding Adam Potter into a warrior, who would always look to the headmaster and wouldn't be afraid to tell him his deepest and darkest secrets, knowing that the headmaster would always set him on the straight and narrow, even if the outcome didn't benefit Adam in the least bit.

But when the boy came to Hogwarts and the sorting hat almost put the boy in Hufflepuff, had it not been for the Headmaster's interference. Dumbledore knew something was wrong, and over the years that sinking feeling that he had at the start o Adam's first year only got worse.

So he was surprised and relieved when Harry Potter finally came to Hogwarts. He had thought the boy to be as weak as his brother, but when he had first gotten his look at Harry Potter, he knew that this boy was no weakling. The power that radiated off of Harry and the other Conway boys was staggering. He knew it would take a lot of time to get the boys to be able to trust him.

The first step to accomplishing that, he knew, was to take out the only father figure that the boys knew. But looking back on that decision, he knew wasn't the best course of action. He intended to split the boys up and use whatever control he had to sway Harry Potter to his side. He had no idea that the boy's will was so strong or that the bloody American's would get involved. It seems that Simon Conway was right when he said that his boys would be taken care of one way or another.

And now he knew that the date of this so called duel was coming soon, but at a loss of what to do. He had arranged for the order members to find out as much as they can about the duel and where and when it would take place, but so far they returned with nothing. Even Voldemort was being tight lipped about what was going to happen.

Dumbledore flopped back into his chair and sighed. He knew that with boys having the four weapons of the founders that they would become a force to be reckoned with. And they would stand to take all the credit. Dumbledore pounded his fist hard on the desk. He wanted the fame and glory. And by Merlin he would have it! At any cost.

TBC

Damn, that was hard to write, since I started writing with no decision made on when the duel would be taking place. Well the contest still goes on for the most creative punishment for Dumbledore. I'll try and shoot for a Monday update, so the contest will end then. Thx to all who submitted ideas, they are all great! And as always, please read and review.